There was silence.
“Why did you dance so much during those four years?”
“I like dancing. It's good exercise.”
“And all those allurements of dress—clinging skirts, low-cut waists, no corsets—why was that?”
“I hate corsets. I don't need them. I can't breathe in corsets.”
“And those insidious perfumes?”
“I don't see what that has to do with it.”
“Those are little indications. But take the main point, your desire to have a child—of your own. Do you really love children, Pen? Have you ever shown that you do? Did you try to have children when you were married?”
“Not his children! God forbid!”
Seraphine hesitated as if dreading to wound her friend.